»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

p r e d i c t a b i l i t y

He could see himself in the reflection on the window. It was a stained glass window- allowing no glimpse as to what lay inside the hall of the palace-like house, but the golden lights that shone behind projected the image onto the gravel at his feet. He didn't even take in what the image was of, since he was rather more taken with his own, and the worry that his bow-tie wasn't straight. Miles' fingers were pulling awkwardly at the black adornment around his neck, trying to even out each side as best he could in the dark. Every time he moved, light danced from the several golden rings that were decorating his large hands, and the hideously expensive watch that he'd colour-coded especially.

In a notion that was vain but not unusual, he stayed at the window for some time, checking every inch of his appearance for some minor imperfection. Tonight was not the night for imperfections. Since he'd recently shaved his head he no longer had enough hair to concern himself over, though instead he scrutinised the shadows of stubble at his jaw, wondering if it would have been better to shave. He'd fixed his suit jacket so that it sat perfectly on his shoulders, the collar straight and the lapels white against his black shirt. The lights were reflecting off the surface of his shoes, and it was only as Miles was slowly deciding that there was no immediate issue with his presentation, that the sound of a polite cough reached his ears from behind.

Surprised, Miles turned with the gravel crunching underneath his shoes. He'd completely overlooked the doorman since getting out of the car and walking purposefully up the path, and now it seemed that the bored-looking man had been treated to the last ten minutes of watching Miles watch himself. Although there was the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he held out a white-gloved hand to the taller man, there was no trace of shame in Miles' expression. Shame was not an emotion that he'd ever had a lot of experience with, especially not for something as insignificant as looking at himself.

He swallowed, turning his head slightly to see if there was anybody else in the vicinity. "Miles Kane." There was something in his voice that proclaimed an unmovable sense of pride that that was his name, and there was no greater honour than for him to admit to it. He offered his hand for the doorman to shake, which he did, while rolling his eyes in what could possibly be considered a rather unprofessional manner.

"Oh, I know who you are, sir." He didn't sound awestruck, but he wasn't far off. "You're the tycoon's son."

The slightest hint of annoyance betrayed itself in the sigh that let out a wisp of condensation into the black night. "My father manages in the stock market, yes." Miles' tone was uninterested, and seemed to dull even further when he realised how many times he'd be explaining that to people tonight. As he let go of the doorman's hand, however, he couldn't help but point out that he wasn't only here as a result of his father's successes.

"Although I do have a string of businesses myself."

Since his father was so inherently successful, Miles had grown up with obscene amounts of money at his disposal. As a child, he'd barely attended school though when he did, it was to one of the most prestigious private academies in England. Though he'd had everything he could possibly want to create a high-end job for himself in terms of academics, Miles had leaned more towards business, which explained why- at the age of twenty-five, when most businessmen are barely even started out- Miles Kane ran a large chain of infamous world-class casinos in almost every major city in the world. It also explained why he was standing in the driveway of the most expensive house he'd ever been in that wasn't his own, for yet another night of his time spent attempting to socialise with people that his father knew from the intricate web of business in which the Kane family lived. Tonight, the 'party' was at the residence of the Turners- a family who were a mixture between rich through inheritance and rich through success. This was one of the first parties that Miles had been to where he had contacts that he'd made himself- which showed that he was steadily climbing the ladder to becoming just as impressive and in-demand as the older generation that were here.